as we stared on in awe.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dave asked, taking the glass from her and shaking his head “no” at the bartender when he asked if they wanted more.
“Nothing.”
“Hey, that isn’t fair. We told you.”
“Okay. I just want to go on record as saying I hate our family. Ryan, you tell no one I said that.”
“You’re not getting any argument out of me. I’m growing to hate them also.”
“Why?” she asked, zeroing in on a way to deflect from her problems.
“Maybe after you guys are back from your honeymoon I’ll tell you both. I have some things to think about first. Is that cool?”
She eyed me suspiciously but nodded. Dave did the same.
“So why are we hating our families right now?” Dave asked, pulling her back on track.
“Because of Leigh. I sent her a text asking if she would be at the rehearsal, and she said no. Just no. Nothing else. A few minutes ago, I sent another one letting her know I was alone and heading down to the bar—I didn’t know the two of you were here. I asked if she would come have a drink with me before dinner, and she said no again. Just that one word. I know why she’s saying no, and it infuriates me. She didn’t come for the bachelorette party. She wouldn’t come early enough to spend one day with me. I even promised on every holy book on the planet it would only be the two of us, but that wouldn’t sway her. I’m losing her, Dave, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Dave pulled Danielle into his arms as she burst into tears. I turned from them both, trying to silence the snarl that was attempting to burst from me. I downed my beer and was tempted to order another but didn’t. It would take too long and too much alcohol to get me drunk. I didn’t have the time or the patience for that right at that moment. The wedding party and a few early guests would be arriving any moment. Dave and Danielle’s rehearsal dinner was not the place for me to show my ass.
I turned to see the helpless look on my friend’s face as he held his sobbing bride-to-be. If I knew how to help them, I would have, but nothing short of them leaving the pack would fix the problem they were facing, and as much as Danielle loves her sister, I wasn’t sure she would take that step.
Eventually, Danielle pulled away from him and wiped her face. Dave asked the bartender for a wet paper towel for her to use. The man nodded and handed her one. She tried to clean herself, but the tears that were streaming down her cheeks hindered her progress.
“Shh…” Dave said and pulled her back to him. “Everything will work itself out.”
“How?” she asked.
“I’m not sure yet, but I have a feeling some big changes are coming. Your parents aren’t happy with things. I know they are playing the part until this is over just as we are, but this way of thinking can’t last. The Council is old and antiquated,” he said in a low voice. “Too many supernaturals are venturing out of our world and into the human one. They are finding lovers, making friends, building lives. If they can do it, so can we. Leigh is one human. Surely, they can grow to accept one human.”
“I don’t think that will ever happen,” Danielle said.
“It will,” Dave said, with more confidence than I think he felt.
“And if it doesn’t?” I asked, turning to face them. When neither of them said anything, I continued. “I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t live under such strict rules anymore.”
“What are you saying?” Dave asked, leaning in to whisper even lower.
I looked around and didn’t see anyone I knew, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t someone in the vicinity with sharp enough senses to hear me.
“I’m saying that sometime real soon, I’m leaving. And if things go as I hope they do, I’ll be taking Leigh with me.”
“What?” Danielle asked, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“Never mind,” I said, cursing myself for the slip up. I hadn’t
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